You, Me, Saeran and Marble

    An alarm sounded on his phone as he was chatting away with friends, an unregistered user appeared in their chat.

"Another one?" The red headed male sighed, pushing up the bridge of his glasses he took a close look at his phone, the top area showing the current members of the room.

    Yoosung was there, Zen, Jumin, Jaehee-

"(Y/N)?" The name on the screen rolled off his tongue.

    So familiar, he has heard that name before, seen that screenshot for the profile picture before. Something in his gut twisted when he couldn't quite put the puzzle pieces together. Why was he feeling this? He alerted his friends, soon hacking away and finding the intruder's IP, he already knew it would be at Rika's apartment. How many times has he gone down this route? 11 times? 12? He lost count. It didn't matter anyway. Eventually whoever this person was, they were gonna go through the RFA members one by one and leave. Just like other people who came by. Games were cruel.

    This was his life, replaying the same thing over and over. Watching his crush, his former lover, fall in love with someone else again and again. Watching his brother go through the same pain over and over again. The worst part, he is the only one to ever know the pain.

    Jumin is smart but he doesn't know this is a game. Same goes for Jaehee. Yoosung is too clueless and Zen "broke the fourth wall" merely through a dream he had. Guess he is a little psychic after all? He turned his attention back to the chat and tried to settle Yoosung down as he was hacking to get information on this new person.

"Bingo." He muttered to himself, scrolling through some of the pictures and the CCTV feed in the apartment, a slender individual with (Y/L/H) (Y/C/H) hair, why did they seem so familiar? His heart was practically leaping in his chest, he was also anxious. The person turned in the computer chair they were sitting in to reveal (Y/C/E) and his breath caught in his throat. So beautiful.

    He was caught off guard when this person looked directly at the camera and smiled, waving. Did they know? How? This was a new player wasn't it? His phone buzzed, a message? From an unknown number? The person hiding in the apartment smirked knowingly and playfully at the camera, but those eyes held something like a glint of sorrow. He told his friends to hold on for a moment and exited his messenger to look at the texts he received. There, waiting for him, were a series of snapshots of the person, holding signs with words written messily in Korean.

    He loaded the first one:

They were at a cafe it seemed, possibly taken with a computer camera, holding a sign that read "Hello Saeyoung," with a heart at the end.

    He loaded the second one:

The sign now read, "Or Luciel, or Seven, God Seven, however you want to be called." The person was shrugging indifferently. How did they know who he was?

    He loaded the third one:

"Whatever you want to be called, I hope you remember who I am." They were pointing at their face, poking their right cheek adorably with a wide smile on their face.

    The fourth:

"Then again, I have been away from the Game for quite sometime. I bet you don't." The person was pouting now.

    The fifth:

"Perhaps a refresher then? It's (Y/N) I know you are aware this is a game. And I know you were probably very upset when I left."

    What was this? Why were tears starting to stream down his face?

    The sixth:

"I'm sorry I deleted the game. But I had no space on my phone. I really didn't want to leave you."